"Now if we're talking body

You got a perfect one

So put it on me

Swear it won't take you long

If you love me right

We fuck for life

On and on and on"

I love this song. I sing along and turn up the radio as I pull into the winding driveway. A small blue sedan is parked in my usual spot. Whose toy car? I huff.

"Dad!" I call out. I need help with all these bags. "Daddy!" I call out again. I honk my horn twice for good measure.

I pop the trunk and walk around to the back of the car. I spent all day at Copley Place trying to find the perfect shoes and accessories for my birthday dress. Thankfully I was able to find everything there. Otherwise I would've been driving all over Boston.

"Jesus! Maura did you by the whole mall?!" My father finally joins me at my car. He motions for someone to come over and grabs two arms full of bags.

Ok, I'll admit it. I bought more than what I need for my party, but I definitely didn't buy the whole mall. I follow his line of sight to a tall dark haired woman. I've never seen her before.

"Jane, this is my daughter Maura." He introduces her. "Maura, I'd like you to meet Jane."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Maura." Jane holds out her hand but I don't shake it.

Instead I point to the blue sedan. "Is that yours?" I ask, arms folded across my chest.

She doesn't say anything. Just nods and pulls back her hand.

"You parked in my spot." I tell her.

"Maura! Don't be rude." My father shouts. I begin to protest, she's in the wrong here but he cuts me off before I can even begin. "Shut your engine off and meet us inside."

He then turns his attention to Jane, "I apologize for my daughter. She's a bit spoiled. Mind giving me a hand with these?" he looks at the bags in my trunk.

"Sure, right behind you." Jane tells my father. Scooping up the last of the shopping bags from my trunk.

I close the trunk, cut off the engine and grab my keys. I follow the two of them into the house and close the door behind us. My dad and Jane set the bags in the living room and he tells me to come into the kitchen with them. What's this about? I grab a bottled water from the refrigerator and take a seat at the island. I take a sip of water. They're not going to tell me they're dating are they? No, she's too young. Now that I'm paying attention I can see Jane is fairly attractive. I would guess she's in her late 20s. She's tall but not lanky, from the look of her arms I'd say she's athletic.

"Jane does private security." My father says. "She's come highly recommended. She's even worked with a few celebrities."

"Are we in some kind of danger?" I ask, genuinely concerned.

"There have been some threats but nothing too alarming this is more of a preventive measure than anything else." He explains.

"I thought Michael handled our security?" I question my father. Michael's been with the family for as long as I can remember. Why would my father be replacing him?

When I was younger security around my family was much tighter. My father's made up no lies about who he is to me. He's Patrick Doyle, family man born into the Irish mob as he describes it. He has a few legit businesses around Boston so I tell everyone he's an entrepreneur. My mother, Hope Martin was killed in a car crash. As devastating as it was it was an accident. I was only six at the time. I guess something changed in my father because shortly after her death he cut the security detail down to just Michael. I think he realized no matter how prepared you are, some things just happen.

"Yes, but Michael can only be in one place at a time, and I have to be in New York on business for the next two months. He'll be accompanying me. I've hired Jane for your protection while I'm away." He dances around it but I can read between the lines.

Jane is going to be my babysitter. I scoff. "I'm seventeen. I don't need a babysitter, dad."

"Oh, I'm not a babysitter." Jane interjects as if I've offended her. I huff letting her know I could care less what she considers herself. "I'll only be making sure no one tries to harm you while you're father is away." Jane tries to explain. "I've worked with families before. You'll have all your privacy my only concern is your safety."

I ignore her. "Wait, you said the next two months. That means you'll miss my birthday. You won't be here for the party?" I ask my father.

"Unfortunately not. I'm really sorry, Maura. I have to leave for New York tomorrow." Tomorrow? He's leaving tomorrow and he's only decided to drop all this on me tonight.

I can't stand to look at either of them. I storm out of the kitchen and to the living room to gather my bags.

"Maura, come back here." My father calls out for me.

I continue up to my room where I lay the bags on the floor and fall back onto my bed. My father said threats… death threats? I kick off my heels and roll further onto the bed. My mind begins to unravel. What if there actually is some kind of danger? I can't really be upset that my dad cares enough to get me a… bodyguard. If she's not a babysitter than that's the only other logical title. She's my bodyguard. I don't like it, but I guess I don't have a choice. What's so important that my dad would miss my birthday? He's never missed a birthday.

A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. "Come in." I sit up, ready to apologize to my father for my behavior downstairs. He didn't deserve that.

To my surprise it's not him. "Hey." Jane says, she's standing in my doorway. "I just wanted to let you know I start tomorrow. I'll be going home tonight to get my things but until your dad returns I'll be staying in the guest room on the main floor."

"That's the smallest guest room in the house." I tell her. Not like I care where she sleeps.

"In case anything happens I'd like to be close to the security room and both the front and back door."

"So you can run away?" I say sarcastically.

She laughs and I furrow my brows. She wasn't supposed to find it funny. "Goodnight, Ms. Maura." She closes my door.

First chapter of a series that i will be uploading. Feedback is welcome. Thanks for reading.